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May I Sleep In Your Barn

The night it was dark and twas raning
When along came a tramp in the rain
He was making his way to some station
To catch out a long distance train

May I sleep in your barn tonight mister
It is cold lying out on the ground
and the cold north wind it is whistling
And I have no place to lie down

I have no tobacco nor matches
And Im sure that I’ll do you no harm
I will tell you my story kind mister
For it runs through my heart like a storm

It was three years ago last summer
I shall never forget that sad day
When a stranger came out from the city
And said that he wanted to stay

One day as I came home from my workshop
I was whistling and singing with joy
I expected a kind hearted welcome
From my sweet loving wife and my boy

But what should I find but a letter
It was placed in the room on the stand
And the moment my eyes fell upon it
I picked it right up in my hand

And this note said my wife and the strange
Had left and had taken my son
Oh I wonder if God up in Heaven
Only knows what that stranger has done

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The Mystery of Number Five

As I stepped out thhis morning
To answer my drivers roll
To hear my whistle blowing
While the fireman sling the coal

And when I reached the switches
I heard a breakman say
Oh what a Mystery
Your engines cold today

Up stepped a little maiden
With a tear drop in her eye
And she began Oh Mister man
Do you push old Number Five

My Daddy was your fireman
And he often spoke of you
Of being so kind hearted
So honest brave and true

He was found dead this morning
On [trustle] numbe two
While on his way to prepare
The morning train for you

This story is framed in mystery
As by a little maiden told
While for the first time in history
I found my engine cold

Now all you railraod men take warning
And play the game fair
So when our master calls on us
We’ll meet my fireman there

After The Ball

A little maiden climbed an old man’s knee
Begged for a story do [uncle] please
Why are you single why live alone
Have you no babies have you no home
I had a sweetheart years years ago
Where she is now pet you’ll soon know
List to my story I’ll tell it all
I belived her faithless after the ball

After the ball is over, after the break of dawn
After the dancers leaving after the stars are gone
Many the heart is aching if you could count them all
Many the hopes that are vanquished after the ball

Bright lights were flashing in the grand ball room
Softly the music playing sweet tunes
There came my sweetheart my love my own
I wish some water leave me alone
When I returned dear there stood a man
Kissing my sweetheart as lovers can
Down fell the glass pet broken thats all
Just as my heart was after the Ball

Long years have past pert I’ll never wed
True to my last love though she is dead
She tried to tell me tried to explain
But I would not listen pleadings were vain
One day a letter came from that man
He was her brother the letter ran
Thats why Im lonely no home at all
I broke her heart pet after the ball

The Letter Edged in Black

I was standing by my window yesterday morning
Without a throught of worry or a care
When I saw the postman swinging up the pathway
With such a cherry smile and jaunty air

He rang the bell and whistled while he waited
And then he said good morning to you Jack
But he little knew the sorrow he had brought me
When he handed me a letter edged in black

With a trebling hand I took the letter from him
I broke the seal and this is what it said
Come home my boy your poor old father wants you
Come home my boy your dear old mothers dead

The last words your mother ever spoke were
Tell my boy I want him to come back
My eyes are blurred my poor old heart is breaking
As Im writing you this letter edged in black

Those angry words I wish I had never spoken
You know I did not mean them don’t you Jack
May the Angels carry with them am asking
Your forgiveness in this letter edged in black

I bow my head in silence and in sorrow
The sunshine of my life it all has fled
Since the postman brought that letter yesterday morning
Stayin come home my boy your dear old mothers dead

I Had But Fifty Cents

I took my girl to a fancy ball,
It was a social hop
But we stayed until the folks went out
And the music it did stop
Then to a restaurant we went
The best one in the street
She said she wasn’t hungry
But this is what she ate
A dozen raw, a plate of slaw
A chicken and a roast
Some sparrow grass and apple sauce
And soft shelled crabs on toast
A big hot stew and crackers too
Her appetite was immence
When she called for pie I thought I’d die
For I had but fifty cents

She said she wasn’t hungry
She didn’t care to eat
Now Ive got money in my clothes
To feed she can’t be beat
She took it in so cosy
She had an awful tank
She said she wasnt thristy
But this is what she drank
A whiskey shin, a glass of gin
It made me shake with fear
Some ginger pop, with rum on top
A schooner than of beer
A glass of ale, a gin cocktail
She aught to have more sense
When she called for more I fell on the floor
For I had but fifty cents

You bet I wasnt hungry
I didn’t care to eat
Expecting every moment
To be kicked out in the street
She said she’d bring her family round
Some day and we’re have fun
Then I gave the man the fifty cents
And this is what he done
He tore my clothes he smashed my nose
He hit me in the jaw
He gave me a prize of a pair of black eyes
And with me swept the floor
He took me where my clothes hung loose
And threw me over a fence
Take my advice don’t try twice
When youve got but fifty cents

The Engineers Child

A little child on a sick bed lay
And death seemed very near
She was the child, and the only child
Of a railroad engineer

His duty had called him from the ones he loved
From the home where lights were dimmed
Fears he shed to his wife he said
I’ll leave two lanterns trimmed

Just set a lantern in the window tonight
Se it where it can be seen
If my darling is dead show the red
If shes better then show the green

In the neat little cottage by the railroad track
Sat a Mother with watchful eye
Saw a gleam of hope in the little ones face
As the train went rushing by

When at last a glance was his only chance
The signal light he’d seen
Then on the midnight air there rose a prayer
Thank the Lord the light is green

In The Baggage Coach Ahead

On a dark and stormy night
A train rattled on
All the travelers had gone to bed
Except one young man with a babe in his arms
Who sat with a bowed down head

The innocent one began crying just then
As though its poor heart would break
An angry man said make that child stop its noise
For its keeping all of us awake

Put it out said another don’t keep it in here
Weve paid for our berth and our rest
But never a word said the man with the child
As he fondled it close to his breast

Where is its mother go take it to her
This a lady than softly said
I wish that I could was the mans sad reply
But she lies in the coach ahead

While the train rattled on a husband sat in tears
Thinking of the happy days of just a few short years
For baby face brings pictures of a cherished hope thats dead
But baby cries can’t wake her in the baggage coach ahead

Each eye filled up with tears as his story he told
Of a wife who was faithful and true
Of how he had saved all his earnings for years
Just to build up a home for two

How when heaven had sent this sweet little babe
Their young happy wives were blessed
His heart seemed to break
When he mentioned her name
And in tears tried to tell them the rest

Every woman arose to assist with the child
There were mothers and wives on the train
And soon was the little one sleeping in peace
With no thought of sorrow or pain

Next morn at the station he bade all good-bye
God Bless you he gratefully said
Each one had a story to tell their home
Of the baggage coach ahead

The Drunkards Dream **

** some quick research reveals this song is correctly titled ‘The Husband’s Dream”

Why Dermont you look healthy now
Your dress is neat and clearn
I never see you drunk about
Pray tell me where youve been
Your wife and family all are well
You used to treat them strange
But you are kinder to them now
How come this happy change

It was a dream a warning dream
Which heaven sent to me
To snatch me from the drunkards curse
Grief want and misery
I dreamed one night I staggered home
It seemed a silent gloom
I missed my wife where could she be
And strangers in my room

I saw my children weeping round
I scarecely drew my breath
They hugged and kissed her lifeless form
Forever cold in death
Oh father came and wake her up
The people say shes dead
Just make her speak and smile once more
We’ll never cry for bread

I heard them say poor thing shes dead
She led a wretched life
Greif want and pain have broken her heart
Who’d be a drunkard’s wife
I rose and staggared to my feet
And rushed to where she lay
And boldly kissed her once warm lips
Forever cold as clay

Dear Mary speak tis Dermons Call
Why so I do she cried
I awoke and true my Mary dear was kneeling by my side
I pressed her to my throbing (heart)
While joyous tears did stream
And ever since Ive heaven blessed
For sending me that dream

Poor Little Joe

While strolling one night through New Yorks gay throng
I met a poor boy who was singing a song
And although he was smiling he wanted for bread
And although he was singing he wished himself dead
I spoke to this poor boy out in the snow
He had no place to shelter him no where to go
No Mother to guide him in the grave she is low
Lost on the cold street was poor little Joe

Cold blew the blast down came the snow
He had no place to shelter him no where to go
No MOther to guide him in the grave she was low
Died on the cold street did poor little Joe

A carriage passed by with a lady inside
I looked on poor Joes face and saw that he cried
He followed the carriage she not even smilied
but fondly caressing her own darling child
I looked on this wail and I thought it was odd
If this poor ragged urchin forgotten by God
And I saw by the firelight that shone in the snow
The pale deathly features of poor little Joe

The lights had gone out and the clock had struck one
Along came a policeman whos duty was done
I could tell by the sound of his duty heavy feet
You’d think he was sinking the grave of the deep
Oh what is this the policeman said
It was poor little Joe on the ground he was dead
With his face turned to heaven all covered with snow
Died on the cold street did poor little Joe

If Brother Jack Were Here

Two drummers they were seated
in a grand hotel one day
While dining they were chatting
In a joker sort of way

There came a pretty waitress
Who brought a tray of food
They spoke to her familiarly
In a manner rather rude

At first she did not notice
Nor make the least reply
But one remark was made to her
Brought teardrops to her eyes

She turned on her tormentors
Her cheeks were blushing red
Approaching as a picture
This is what she said

My mother was a lady
And yours you will allow
And you may have a sister
Who needs protection now
I came to this great city
To find my brother dear
And you would ne’re insult me sir
If brother Jack were here

The two sat there in silence
Their heads hung down in shame
Forgive us miss we meant no harm
Pray tell us what’s your name

She told them and one cried allowed
I know your brother too
For weve been friends for many years
And he often spoke of you

Pray come iwth me when I go back
And if you’ll only wed
I’ll take you to him as my bride
For I love you since you said